Sam

By Michael Juha ---------------------- I was in my first year of college when I started to be a little enterprising about anything. I tried a little of cigarette and alcohol. And although I considered myself to be kind of aloof and picky when it comes to friends, I got a handful of close male friends with whom I would always hang around with. Our favorite hangout was my place. My elder sister had this two-story house just opposite ours and her whole family moved to the big city for good. She left the house under my charge. It was a perfect hotbed for some nasty undertakings. Well, actually, not that really nasty. All I and my friends wanted was just to share time and fun like go fishing or swimming in the nearby creek, harvest young coconut, sweet potato or banana, grill freshly harvested young corn, chicken from our livestock, or the fish we caught, things teenagers like me wanted to do. And when there would be no class the following day we would either campfire in the middle of the coconut plantation, or buy the province’ most popular drink “tuba”, a coconut wine and stay indoor overnight. One day, the group gathered in my place and we decided to have a drink indoor. As usual, we talked and discussed trivial matters as a glass of wine would be passed around for each turn of drink. It was already past midnight when we felt the intoxication in our system and decided to call it a day. As usual, we all went to the second floor which, as always, served as our sleeping quarter. It was the master’s room, and a big one where everyone could just lay down on the floor, regardless of whether they have pillows or blankets. It’s a drunk boys thing. The light was turned off for the big sleep. Suddenly, Sam who lay beside me shouted, “I love you Ma’am Cathy, how can you be mine!” Everyone burst into laughter, “Yeah, she’s damn beautiful!” the other guys agreed in unison. Sam was the oldest guy in our group. He was 19, well-built, tall, intelligent, and handsome. The truth is many girls had a crush on him. For his good looks, he earned the title “campus crush”. Cathy was our professor in Psychology. She was new to the campus, just 23 years old, smart, and really beautiful. She had a long hair, a fair complexion, and was very trendy. While everyone admired her smartness, all the boys adored her beauty and fantasized her sexiness. “Have you seen her this morning sitting in front of the class? Gee! My eyes were glued at that thing in between her legs! And while she was discussing about the Sigmund Freud thing, my mind played dirty images screwing her up right there! Ah... s**t! I was so turned on I could come just in front of her!” Sam said. We all laughed. “Really?” “Yeah, and I think I’m in love with her! Every time she looks at me and calls me to recite, damn! I would just melt there and forget all about all my answers. And all my mind could say is that ‘Ma’am, psychology is having s*x with you – a lot! Hmm! I wish she were here with me nowwwwwww, uhhhhhhhh Cathy, Cathyyyyyy.....” as he hugged me tight, pushed his hard-on on me and kissed my cheek playfully imagining that I was his “Cathy”. While Sam was so focused on relishing his fantasy with Ma’am Cathy, I cut in teasing, “…and suddenly, Father Bernard appeared, sprinkling you with the holy water shouting fiercely, ‘The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you...!’” Father Bernard was our professor in Theology and very notorious for being strict especially to boys. And Sam is Father Bernard’s favorite guy in class to poke fun with. One time, Sam went to the toilet but stayed there for a long time. When he returned to class, Father Bernard let him stand in front as a punishment. While he was standing there, the professor noticed the wet part in Sam’s front jeans. “Did you just pee on your jeans or what?” he asked him as he scooped in his finger the sticky thing within the wet part of Sam’s jeans. As he examined it, he later drew it near close to his nose to smell it. “Oh my God! Is this semen!” he exclaimed to the thunderous laughter of the class. Then he walked to the girls and let them observe and smell too! “Don’t you think its semen?” he asked them as he went around. All the boys burst into laughter. So Sam hated him so much. “Arrrggggggghhhhhh!! Shittttt! What’s the matter with you, Geoff? Why do you have to insert him in this scene? You’re ruining the story! You’re ruining my damn concentration, i***t! Don’t you know I’m almost there? Arrggggghhhh! Shiiitttt!” Sam snapped. Everyone burst into laughter. “Ok, now continue without the damn sprinkling of the holy water...” Sam pleaded. “Ok...” I continued. “…Miss Cathy sat on the edge of your bed gently touching your hair, nose, and face as you lie there. Then she finally reaches for your pants and unzips it. She runs her fingers towards your manhood and touches it…” Sam hurriedly unzipped and released his hard-on. I continued. “She feels it... it’s warm, rock-hard, and throbbing. She holds your hand and in an alluring voice she whispered into your ears, ‘Sam, touch me; touch every part of my body. I’m so steamy and so wet inside, and I’m all yours. Do it now, Sam. Please…’” Sam moved his hand...on me! He was actually touching me! I was stupefied! But as I was also intensely affected by my own story, I let him, and continued... “You touch her breasts and run your fingers there, feel it, press it... harder and harder. Then you run your hand on her neck, face, nose, lips... Miss Cathy keeps moaning, ‘Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh! Oh, Sam you’re so goooood, ohhhhhhh!’ Your fingers manipulate her breasts again; fondle them, press them, and hold her n*****s. Then you move your hand down to her stomach, to her navel. You stay there for a while, then again run it down... down... down” Sam followed everything I said doing it all on me as I was totally carried away with the overflowing sensation. “Down Sam, some more, more... and yeah.” Sam moved his hand underneath my brief and held my hard-on! I couldn’t believe he was so horny and in a trance-like state I could ask him to do everything! And as I lay there on my back, I hurriedly unzipped my pants to let him stroke freely my d**k! “Ahhhhhh”, I moaned now forgetting all about Miss Cathy. “Yeah, Sam, I like it, yeah... oh God, I like it, ahhhhhhh!” I whispered into Sam’s ear as he continued to stroke me. Suddenly Sam took my hand and led it to his hard-on. I obliged hesitatingly. I tried to turn my head to our other friends in the room to check if they were sleeping or watching us. But all I could see were silhouettes. And they’re moving – all of them are m**********g! So I stroked Sam’s hard-on too as he did mine, “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!” as our moans filled the room. I was in a state of ecstasy when another surprise struck me – Sam positioned himself on top of me and kissed me on the lips! I thought he was just carried away by his intoxication and the “Cathy” story so I let him played his tongue on my lips and mouth as he continued to stroke my hard-on. Then he kissed my neck, my chest, and when he sucked my n*****s, I couldn’t control the tickling sensation, “Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhh, am coming Sam, Ahhhhhhhhh! as he accelerated stroking me. Anticipating that Sam was on the verge of orgasm, I rubbed his d**k so hard until he grasped my head to press our mouths together..... “Ugggggghhhhhhh, Ummmmmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhh!” Sam moaned as we reached the climax almost at the same time. Our semen splattered all over my body. (To be continued)